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Man's Bequest: A Poem

Chris has written poetry for 28 years though he focuses on short fiction. But watch out for the occasional twisted nursery rhyme.

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If I let myself fall from the pinnacle of the world

Into air so thin it would barely nourish my lungs

And open my arms wide

To soar like an eagle,


Will updrafts carry me above brick and steel,

And harmful gasses to the edge of space

To find God or a god

If more than one exists?


And if not, I’d be that god to rule from on high.

The enemies of this world would fall before me—

Until the ride was over,

And I myself began to fall.


All the cares I’d left behind spun back toward me.

The sea opened to swallow me.

Blue slate became ripples,

And ripples, giant waves.


I flew like a cannonball toward a castle wall

But the bosom of the sea enveloped me

As a mother would a child

And I saw she was dying.


Her children had declared war on the ancient deep,

And I sank into our mother’s depths

Pressure crushed me,

As I dropped into the cold abyss.


The water began to warm above the volcanic floor.

Ancient organisms blossomed, and I knew

That if we destroy our inheritance,

And squander our bequest,

Life will rise again.


The Reality and Beauty of Darwinian Evolution

Blue Whalesssss

© 2019 Chris Mills

Comments

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 10, 2019:

Nell, exactly my point. Thank you for seeing it clearly.

Nell Rose from England on December 10, 2019:

HI Chris, yes if we really mess up the planet it will regrow and start again. Pity, it has to get to that point though isn't it? Love your poem.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 10, 2019:

When I speak about my beloved Sandra, I feel as though I am wearing my emotions too publicly. I am concerned that others don't want to hear about my grief. So I keep it to myself. The loss will never subside. Her memory is a daily joy and a burden that I cannot even describe.

manatita44 from london on December 10, 2019:

Yes, Bro. Life is actually constantly rising again while we do live. I like that thought. I seem to remember you liking the eagle. One of my favourite mystical birds. Not quite like the Phoenix but it has its uses. Have a great day, Bro.

Didn't you use to speak of a wife? if it's not opening any wounds, why not do a piece about her? Just a thought. Much Love.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 09, 2019:

Thank you, Audrey.

Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on December 08, 2019:

A beautiful and passionate poem! I really enjoyed the videos, too. Thanks, Chris, for addressing this thought provoking subject.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

Ruby, we can't guarantee the survival of life, but the planet will go on and will renew itself if that time ever comes. Thanks for being in tune with my thinking.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on December 08, 2019:

Beautiful poem Chris. I sometimes wonder how long our planet will exist, then I read this piece and have renewed hope.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 08, 2019:

We are enjoying life too much Chris.

I like the part where we understand that life is made and not ours to take. Oh and I need a boating/kayaking story.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

Pamela, I am glad we have videos like these of the blue whales because there are so few of these magnificent creatures alive. Thank you for stopping by.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

Thank you, Elijah. That is a comforting thought.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

Thank you, Tricia

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on December 08, 2019:

This is a beautiful poem that is very thought provoking. I really enjoyed reading it twice. I particularly like the blue whale video.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on December 08, 2019:

I find that quite intriguing, brother Chris, and one thing you said is for certain, once we have destroyed this in due time it will arise once again. It's like it is written, "the thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun."

Tricia from Scotland on December 08, 2019:

Nice poem, well done

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

I get it. I've been in that mode before. Right now I am working midnights. Been doing that for two contracts in a row. I don't like it, but the money is still coming in. I won't complain. On weekends, I just stay up until I drop. Fun.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 08, 2019:

Too fun Chris. I have a 9 year old. We go to bed at before 9. I know a little crazy. So I wake up at 4 AM. No alarm. Quiet time and watch the sunrise.

My elder son says I am stuck on river running and hiking time. Don't know.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

Mr. Dierker, it is too early for you to be up on a Sunday morning. Go back to bed. Thanks for reading my poem. Glad you enjoyed it. Go back to bed.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

LIz, I am glad you could feel the intensity that I felt as I wrote this poem. Thank you for stopping by today.

Chris Mills (author) from Traverse City, MI on December 08, 2019:

John, thanks. I've been wanting to write a poem, but I had to wait for it to come to me. You know what I mean, I'm sure. There is nothing worse than a forced poem or story. I'm glad you liked it.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on December 08, 2019:

Neptune, Icarus and Mother earth. I loved this. I may be back for more thoughts. You are a great writer that challenges heart and mind.

Liz Westwood from UK on December 08, 2019:

This is an intense and meaningful poem with a very powerful message.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 08, 2019:

What a wonderful poem. I love the subject and the way you delivered, Chris. Nice videos too.